In the victorious but disaffected barracks, people tsk-tut. Complaints abounded around Simurdan. Four thousand people against one person, it seems that this is strength, but it is not. The four thousand are only the masses, and Simurdan is the will.

Simuldan was known to frown, and with a frown he could calm down an army. Whoever has the shadow of the National Salvation Committee behind him in this grim age is a fear, who can turn curses into whispers and whispers into silence

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